Return to the Emerald City
- Getting through the metal detectors at the airport was a lot like the "farmer, goat, wolf and cabbage" problem: both cats, and Zander, had to be taken out of their respective conveyances and carried through the detectors, and we could only carry one cat or baby at a time. After much head-scratching, the TSA folks bent the rules and allowed Christina to walk through the detector with one cat, drop it off, and then come back for the second cat by walking back through the detector [ie against the flow, usually a no-no]. The whole thing was such a spectacle that all the underemployed TSA folks also in the area crowded around to watch our menagerie make its way through. I wouldn't be surprised if a replica of our situation ends up being in a TSA "Advanced Security Conundrums" training video. [Side note: why on earth would a farmer have a wolf ? That seems equivalent to a cotton grower raising boll weevils ...]
- The flight itself was relatively uneventful. The cats were so terrified that they didn't emit a single peep, and Zander didn't fuss very much and slept through the last 3 hours of the flight. That said, there were plenty of other screaming kids on the plane, so he would have been in good company had he chosen to voice some displeasure.
- Seattle rolled out the "Welcome Home" carpet for us: after an initial day of rain, we've had 2 beautiful, clear and sunny [but cold] days, the sort you rarely get in Seattle. Driving across Lake Washington yesterday, we were treated to two of my favorite sights: mist on Lake Washington, and Mount Rainier. And I never realized until now how many deciduous trees there are around here, and that Seattle actually has some pretty nice foliage too.
- Fatherhood and zippy little cars are incompatible, as I found out during our car shopping expedition: you can't fit a rear-facing car seat and two adults into them, at least not comfortably. So, in another concession to the onset of maturity, we're getting grown-up, mom-and-dad cars. *Sigh*
-In two days, we've already had two "social" dinners [ie dinner with friends/family], which is about the number we would amass over an average 6 months in Boston.
Overall assessment: it's good to be home :-)